Always There Shall Be- Love
Love- unyielding and uncompromising- seek it does its own level!
In it's power and it's glory surely all should revel!
Allows it does for utter amazement at the smallest of things,
Ne'er able to fully elucidate all the appreciation it brings!
Powerful beyond measure, surely more than one could fathom!
Nothing is a worthy opponent, against which to do battle!
Ne'er ceasing, incomparable and without limits or bounds,
Love, all it means, all it is capable of- eternally it astounds!
Tested you may be by much in your life,
Deaths, disagreements, difficulties- any other strife!
Always there shall be- love, in all its prescient glory,
For if you are not around- in your absence- it may tell your story!
Love, is life's way of making someone ubiquitous-
The discovery of such, cosmically kismetic, not just serendipitous!
Maurice Harris,16 January 2008
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My Faith's Reward
I am bereft of word-my heart, simply overflowing;
I have too much adoration possible for showing
You the whole of my heart, nor surely, all of its glory-
The miracle to be our life, but the genesis of our story!
All in nature, so very much beauteous, yet abiding,
Must marvel at the beautificence that surely is residing
In all you do, all you are-sikerly, all those you bless-
Not is there a ceasing of admire, nor means to suppress
The love I have for thee, nor my soul's celebration-
Each day hence, revel I shall in this accretive jubilation!
My heart now rejoices at life's simplest of moments,
This too owing yet, to the power of my adorement!
This bemusing beatitude, ne'er rivaled before certainly-
Yet, as each day passes to the morrow, be it e'er more gainly!
Maurice Harris,5 November 2009
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Do Not Be Afraid, My Dear
Surely my love, without mention of such, I would be remiss,
Because my life was given its meaning from this!
Your love, of course, is that of which I speak-
Alas, now more than that, also your honesty I seek!
Do not be afraid, my dear, as I know you are- allow
For me to reign in the chaos to order- this is my vow!
Hopeful am I that you accept my offer
Best intentions and result, to you, I may proffer!
You have done your best to be her protector-
Let go now of that which is not- to reconnect her
To her Dad, and all that he means to and for her-
She for him, he for her- a Daughter, a Father!
Deceit has but a small, known shelf-life,
Yet truth lasts forever and defeats all- even strife!
Maurice Harris,11 January 2008
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Know Not Do I When, Nor Where
Though know not do I when, nor where-
I shall dwell with thee, this I swear!
Though know not do I what, nor how
I shall give all to thee, all He shall allow!
My heart does yearn for your tender embrace,
The love I fancied my life entire, I no longer chase!
My only want: to be nearer still, ne'er too close,
Though my life's true love, it was not I that chose!
My life's purpose, heightened by your presence-
My life's love, defined by your essence!
Truly, deeply do I love thee-more surely than you know,
Though beyond measure, with time's passage-surely still to grow!
Alas, chosen for me by a power much greater than I,
Though know not do I how, ne'er more certain can be why!
Maurice Harris,12 November 2008
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Absent The Presence, Present The Loveliness
Absent the presence, present the loviness-the magic!
Taketh away from us, have they-utterly tragic!
My family, so near, yet so seemingly far away-
Closer ever may they come to me, closer too, shall they stay!
Never ceasing, ne'er to fade to inconsequence-
Ne'er with it shall I be privy to their incompetence!
Love, let go to gather itself, returns swiftly-
Perchance, this be the love that was meant to be!
Always, forever, sans end or limit-truly without bound-
Its power and glory, its magical story-doth truly, astound!
Whensoever you see fit to see it-to allow its light
Transfixed, you shall be, by this love, so bright!
Ever-present, skirting and always within thee-
Growing all the while, in all its prescient glory!
Maurice Harris,19 December 2007
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Memories Of Thee
Memories of thee, infused within me, with effeverscence;
Thoughts abound of thee, love of thine own presence;
Walk with me, hold my hand, for I am your Dad-
Speak to me, I shall protect you, though removed was, what we had!
Love for you, paternal, hath been since your genesis-
Thus with your love for me, as shown, does define us!
My life's purpose, from then, defined through you-
Fatherhood, for me, means everything because of you!
My little lady you are, always shall thee be-
My special gift, an offering from Heaven, as the world does see!
He, Himself, proffered you to me, as we needed one another-
Nary could we have found satiation with any other!
I love thee, with effusion and without bounds-
I love thee, lo, surely the love betwixt, astounds!
Maurice Harris,11 December 2007
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My Love Surely Has Foresaken Me
My love surely has foresaken me,
Look just where my love's deceit has taken me!
Lonely is the night, lo the day,
Since my love sent me away!
I envision her and nary a foul thought enters my head,
Never would or could I allow for a negative word to be said!
Fear made her a monster, yet love shall surely prevail,
Restore it shall, all as before, when she did me, fail!
Many moments in life define you as a man,
None though more than this, surely you understand!
Hysteria led thee astray, to that dark place,
Where, no longer may I visage the beauty of your face!
As with the pasage of time, reality is restored,
Soon, my love, relief shall be had for our heart's dischord!
Maurice Harris,31 March 2008
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Powerless Are We
Is love enough to sustain us, in all times?
Hope and want do no make it happen, just because!
I am sincere, I just need it be as great as it was-
Sure I am of our love, as I am of my rhymes!
Love you have I, since able to feel emotions-
Loved you have I, across the largest of oceans!
Adore you still do I, though I am not entirely pleased
That the pain I feel in my heart has not eased!
It's as I said it was, and so too shall we be, again;
For, if not, both of us shall have lost, yet, if so, win!
Love, as our's, knows no limits, and is ever-increasing,
It is capable of all, builds aplenty and is ne'er ceasing!
Enraptured are we, by all it has to offer;
Powerless are we, but for to accept this proffer!
Maurice Harris,1 March 2008
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The Song For My Beloved
The song for my beloved, voiced sweetly to thee-
My opus, others may only surmise as to its beauty!
A melodious tune surely, yet there be not word-
The love in my heart, the only sounds heard!
Its magic seen, its power felt-over many a mile-
Many years its nemesis, though it lasted all the while!
Nothing is there surely to dispute its glory,
So is the wondrous tale of my heart's story!
In every beautiful moment, I hear it louder still-
In the power of the summer sun, the winter's chill;
I hear it as when, to me, He did deliver-
Hear it surely, as my heart doth quiver!
This, my melodic muse, since I was young-
Surely, the sweetest song ever to be sung!
Maurice Harris,28 August 2009
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I Now Live 'Innocently
I now live innocently at your back door,
I now await the wonder that is us, to fully restore;
I now know fully, the forces which led me to this place-
Now, all my dreams are missing, is: the smile upon your face,
The melodious sound of your voice,
And the rest of your Angelic presence, near;
Neither one of us has been given a choice
In all the prescient circumstances which led here;
But, here we are anyway-closer to our dreams fulfilled;
It has never been in our hands, but by God, willed;
Never, in a lifetime of years, could I fathom what was done-
But, now I know a single Truth, and that is OUR love!
Deny, deny-all you like, but you only deceive yourself-
Once honest with me, and others-THEN only, may you believe yourself!
-Maurice Harris,27 January 2012
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Tested Are We, By Him
Life is rife with times less than desirable,
All need support and occasional encouragement-
Mine offered to you is but parcel to my love's testiment
With love in your heart, all is achievable!
Tested are we, by Him, as proof of our loyalty
All the while, made stronger each time:
Aiding us whilst we traverse life's climb-
More prepared are we then for it's reality!
Fidelity proven, as the timeless adage:
Through sickness and health, good times or bad,
All the while is strengthened, the love we had!
It's power and reach, ample to always assuage!
Alone, we are not as powerful as together,
This is now, and shall be-forever!
Maurice Harris,7 November 2008
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Silent Reflections
Silent reflections, of my life's tragic events;
Quiet contemplation, of my my heart's discontent!
Wheresoever yo may roam, I think now
How easily you were led astray, I wonder how!
Never making the disconnect, only the connection,
Brought to me in mere hours, only rejection!
Halt now, the madness, cease now, the sadness;
Return love, oblige me now, return to our love's gladness!
Heartbroken at actions of that day, and since;
Not at my love lost, just its consequence!
Ever-abundant is: love, understanding and passion;
Ever-needed: love's prescient glory and compassion!
Thoughts of beauteous memories, of days of yore-
Family first, then friends, as it was, gloriously, before!
Maurice Harris,8 December 2007
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Pride Robs Faith
If you are not careful, Pride may rob you of Faith-
And what was once beauteous, may become again, a wraith!
This is a lesson that God, not I, does teach-
I merely exhort you to listen, -your heart's attention I do beseech!
Do not allow that Pride may rob you of that for which you aspired-
Nor, rob you of the life and love, that you have always desired!
Pride is surely one of the Seven Deadly Sins-
Yet, the lesson is not over because this knowledge begins
To settle into the fabric of your life-
Nor, will it, by the Glorious Day, I make you my Wife-
No, no Beloved-it's a lesson Heavenly Father teaches over a lifetime;
I gift you now: both the Glory and the Rhyme
Of mine own heart, in aid to Him, in this regard;
Embrace this ardor, this love, you once threatened to discard!
-Maurice Harris,26 January 2012
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A Love, Meant For All Ages
What now of your story, is it now more true?
Methinks it to be inactual, in opposition to you!
Where could it go so very, very swiftly-
How could it take leave from thee, so very quickly?
Now you are there, all alone, without us-
Now is the time to return all, to the way it was!
Without such, none shall e'er know, surely
What was to be, not too, what's meant still, tis too early!
Wheresoever, it shall be known, by some, by all-
Hear they shall our love's duteous, distinct call!
Wither away fear; love, come thee, hither-
Stay from us dread, away-go thee away, thither!
A love, meant for us, for all the ages-
Meant to endure itself, in all its prescient stages!
Maurice Harris,9 December 2007
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My Heart Surely Doth Weep!
Lying awake,0200 in the morning, heart fluttering, hard to breath-
Thinking of you and naught else-caught in my own purgatory!
Nothing else matters to me, without my beautiful family,
Know not do I reason for my place here, nor do I believe!
Some give all, all give some-yet I, would give ever more
For the love I know you feel inside- to be restored!
Allow please nature to run its course-submit to fate,
I know the capacity of your heart-ne'er is it too late!
Family means more than all else in the world,
My love, ne'er ceasing, e'er increasing-once unfurled!
Many a night, I have cried myself to sleep-
For you, my heart surely doth weep!
End now for both, the heartbeak, the pain-
Return soon to us, our wondrous love-again!
Maurice Harris,3 March 2008
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To Me, A Mystery
In some ways you choose to remain, to me, a mystery-
Wonder do I at thought of such: 'why...what for? '
Alas, the more I know about you-I love you more!
Know do I too, not is it I you fear, but your pain's 'history'!
You must know this though my bonnie lass:
Nary can cause repeat of hurt for you, being my cause-
Thought surely of my requited love enough to give pause!
In return, I offer you stewardship of my heart, made of glass!
Replete am I, heart and soul, with you in my embrace-
Harm shall ne'er come to you as long as I am alive,
To be the Prince worthy of my Princess, is what for I shall strive:
Wanton of naught in return, but witness to your grace!
The fates surely have been kind to me in their erudition:
To recompense their faith in us, I shall make my life's mission!
Maurice Harris,16 November 2008
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Do Not Be Angry With Yourself
She taught me to be the man I am for her,
Ne'er to waiver as truth keeps my path unaltered!
I have kept my faith when all else had relinquished,
Not for one moment did my love for thee vanquish!
I have done all I could for this truthful search,
All that is left is your acceptance!
Surely time breaks down your reluctance,
Easily back to you is your love- careful not to lurch!
Do not be angry with yourself- as neither am I,
Hurt in my heart, keeps me wondering why? !
You erred but for the side of caution,
On the wrong side it turns out of that inherent question!
Turns out for us that I was the love of your life,
And not that which is causal to all of our strife!
Maurice Harris,6 April 2008
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Elucidation Doth Escape Me...
Nary has there been a beauty, more rarified as thee-
Upon sight of such, sans a thought, all would agree!
Grace such as this, as your's-celebrated for all of time:
Alas, in myriad of ways like-art, war, sacrifice and rhyme!
Exalted has been such in ways too numerous to expound,
Tales of it's immense power and glory do surely abound!
Ne'er more mighty though than whence it is prescient-
An abstract utterance, for me, not- I speak of mine own adorement!
Elucidation doth escape me to define its glory;
Perhaps my heart foretells its own story!
Unabashed am I to pronounce its affect,
Sikerly not was it chance our paths came to intersect!
Naught is there more exhilirating than my heart aflutter-
For it is this, it is thee, that is causal to its stutter!
Maurice Harris,23 March 2009
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Your Voice
Your voice, as if Angels ariose-a melodious tune:
What I would not do still to have that back soon!
Your eyes, as if diamonds, the most brilliant shade of blue:
Clearly allowance is made to descry to the heart of you!
Your smile, as if a white snow-blindingly brilliant:
Ubiquitous and beguiling-unwavering and resilient!
Your heart, as if a vessel of unending emotion:
Surely it should feel my steadfast devotion!
Your spirit, as if born were you to bless
All other with your beauty and kindness!
Your mind, as if an infinite repository:
Alas, there is held the sharing of our glory!
Love thee do I, for these and myriad reasons,
Shall I ever more, with the passing of the seasons!
Maurice Harris,25 October 2008
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The Heartfelt Prayer, Answered
Though dwell with me, my love, you do not-
Still, dwell do you, in me-in my every thought;
Perchance not, my beloved, you are my reward-
The faith I hath shown in Him, He hath not ignored!
In prayer, I beseeched Him: 'Ask not do I, Lord, very much-
Need do I this: a life, lived, where I may feel an Angel's touch;
May She be always nearest me, always, beside me:
To duteously honor, protect, love and guide me! '
To which, He said unto me: 'Your faith hath surely been tested,
Yet, in your fidelity towards Me, never have you once rested;
My most beauteous and entrusted Angel, unto you, I do send,
To steadfastly watch over and guide you, this shan't ever end!
A love, you shall see, like none other-ne'er before, nor since-
This shall be a familiar love, one whose genesis is not hence;
In another time, and in another place-yet, that was but a prelude,
Not prime, nor sikerly, until learned were you from your disquiettude!
In My stead, She shall protect your fragile heart from any form of harm-
Beguile and amaze too-inspire you with awe, through Her charm!
She too hath been made to be prime for this new-found reconnoiter-
Many too hath made Her to be weary, for shame, did they exploit her!
Your charge: as She shall, you-protect, love and do guide Her-
Her noble Cavalier; Defer always, Her honor; Walk always beside Her!
For certain, your's is a love made of My benevolent making,
All love capable of offer, your's each, now for your fortuitous taking! '
As much import I place upon this, as the love upon which it was given;
So too shall I be the sole guardian of the gift for which I have striven-
None shall e' er come betwixt we two, nor cause our love, strife-
From the moment of our rendezvous, afresh-You have been my life!
Maurice Harris,29 November 2009
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Shades Of Gray
Most meander through life in shades of gray,
Never more happy today than yesterday!
Alas, I am fortuitous beyond measure:
I have found my love to treasure!
My fidelity takes the form of another,
That is in essence all form of color:
My amity is, for me, 'colored' white-
With you I see only in color, every night!
My rainbow of hues is because of you,
We have built a unity what was of two!
Nary shall be told replete our story,
As is the tale of my heart's glory!
No longer may I see monochromatically,
You have inexoribly altered my life-so dramatically!
Maurice Harris,24 October 2008
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